Chapter 354: Chen Zheng's Test: Feng Shui Entanglement

Why do these three characters appear in my mind?

Because these two buildings give me a strange feeling; although their overall area is the same, their layouts have been extensively altered.

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First look at the building on the left: a semicircular green railing encloses it, the front half of the house is near the road, while the back half extends upward; from the outside, it looks like a frog crouching on a slope.

In the villa's garden there is a circular pond, and between the pond and the green railing wall, leaning toward the railing wall, there are rows of sharp bamboo poles, directly facing the house next door, next door.

Now look at the building on the right: although its area is the same as the left one's, a small earth mound has been piled up at the right side of the entrance; unlike the left green villa, this right building has white iron railings, tightly packed around the floors, leaving no gap.

To an outsider, this arrangement might seem merely a bit strange, but to an insider, with careful analysis, some clues can be seen.

Looking at the overall terrain, the building on the left is a natural water-pattern auspicious site; he built the house in the shape of a frog because the site's natural layout leans toward a frog form; the Landscape School emphasizes natural layout, emphasizing that the house's layout should match the terrain, so he simply made the house frog-shaped and built a pond inside, letting the frog borrow the water's momentum, which becomes unstoppable.

Those rows of sharp bamboo poles are not to match the house's layout, but to break the feng shui of the house opposite.

Speaking of this, many might wonder: the left house already occupies excellent terrain, why then set up this row of bamboo poles to break the feng shui of the house opposite?

This brings us to the opposite villa's earth mound. Looking at the layout, the mound is built at the villa's Gen position; Gen belongs to earth, and the mound is also earth, which is an acquired suppressor built according to the theory of the five elements' mutual generation and overcoming. Its purpose is to break the feng shui of the green building, using earth to overcome water, burying the spiritual energy of the watery ground.

To counter the mound's influence, the green building erected rows of sharp bamboo poles, employing the five‑element principle of wood overcoming earth.

However, the matter didn't end there; look at the right building's iron railings and you'll see: the railings are seven chi high, white belongs to metal, seven is a metal number, and they were built using the principle of metal overcoming wood, the purpose being to overcome the bamboo poles.

Although the two buildings' acquired terrain modifications appear simple, their placement is exactly each other's throat, not at all merciful. This method of altering acquired terrain comes from the Landscape School of the two major feng shui traditions; their principle is not hard to grasp—it all relies on the five elements' mutual overcoming and the transformation of yin and yang.

"These are Zheng Ge's two buildings; originally two feng shui masters were hired to set them up, and the winner would get to meet Zheng Ge." Fan Wuchang lit a cigarette and explained to us: "Now, Lao Zhang has introduced the two of you to come here; if you want to meet Zheng Ge, you must defeat those two."

Fan Wuchang's tone remained calm as before, but to me and Pangzi it felt like a thunderbolt from a clear sky—what kind of joke is this? Two buildings, and we have to beat two feng shui masters at the same time. Never mind the difficulty; even if we wanted to fight, there's no place to do it—the buildings have been completely taken over!

"Isn't this making things difficult for people? Even a feng shui duel needs a strategic foothold, but now there's none—what are we supposed to fight with?" If eyes could spit fire, my angry self could already have burned Fan Wuchang to death.

Yet he paid no heed to my anger, speaking very calmly: "You can casually pick one of the buildings, first duel one feng shui master, then after that duel the second—anyway, there's no rush."

"Pangzi, can you do it?" Although Pangzi's feng shui has received the true transmission from QingSongShu, I still can't help but feel a little worried. The danger of feng shui contests is in no way less than that of magical duels; indeed, it's even greater.

At this moment, Yuan Qiu also tried to persuade Pangzi from the side: "Pang Ge, if you can't do it, just forget it—we'll go back." Although Yuan Qiu was unwilling, he also didn't want Pangzi to take the risk.

Pangzi lowered his head and remained silent for a long while; after a moment, he lifted his head, his eyes calmly fixed on Fan Wuchang and said: "Could you give me a shovel?"

"Oh, giving you a shovel—will that let you win?" Fan Wuchang was somewhat surprised, also a bit teasing. He made a phone call, having his subordinate bring over a shovel.

When Pangzi took the shovel, he said to Fan Wuchang: "Can you promise me one thing? For the next ten minutes, no matter what I do, you must stay here and not move; if you move, you're a dog."

Pangzi's expression was very solemn; his chubby face had lost its usual lecherousness.

Fan Wuchang nodded and calmly replied: "Okay."

"You also have to promise me!" After asking Fan Wuchang, Pangzi turned his face to us; although I and Yuan Qiu didn't know what trick he was playing, since he proposed it we naturally wouldn't refuse.

After obtaining our promise, Pangzi suddenly turned around and ran toward the two buildings with the shovel.

A bad premonition welled up in my heart instantly, but by the time I noticed something was amiss, it was already too late—Pangzi's shovel had already been dug into the earth mound on the right‑hand building.

Fan Wuchang's eyes were full of doubt, as were Yuan Qiu's; perhaps they thought Pangzi was using violent means to destroy the feng shui arrangement on the right, so that the left side would win.

But I know Pangzi intends nothing of the sort; I know him too well—he plans to dig up the feng shui arrangements at both locations.

"Holy shit… Pang Ge, what the hell are you doing?" Yuan Qiu stared wide‑eyed and blurted out a curse.

My heart pounded thump‑thump nonstop, because Pangzi had already finished digging up the earth mound and was now violently attacking the bamboo poles and the white iron railings.

Fan Wuchang stared agape, his cigarette butt falling to the ground.

In just ten minutes, Pangzi dug up the bamboo rows, the earth mound, and the seven‑story‑high white iron railings entirely; his swift, decisive speed took everyone by surprise.

…My vision went black and I almost fainted. In my heart I even cursed Pangzi a thousand times—people had peacefully set up feng shui on those two villas; if you don't want to join, just don't join, but you actually went and ruthlessly dug them all up? Isn't it obvious you're trying to offend them?

I couldn't imagine Fan Wuchang's fury afterward, nor could I imagine what consequences await us when the big boss behind Fan Wuchang, Chen Zheng, finds out.

I and Yuan Qiu were worried, very worried, but Pangzi, oblivious to life or death, clapped his hands after finishing and looked very pleased.

He swaggered up to Fan Wuchang and said frankly: "I'm not taking part in this feng shui contest." Then he turned, pointed at the two buildings, and said: "Although I don't know why your boss used these two buildings to set up feng shui, I know that life, luck, and feng shui come in that order. To contend in feng shui you need not only a building but also a life master. I don't know when this back‑and‑forth will yield a result, but I'm certain that if no result emerges, the life master will definitely be killed by your struggle."

Hearing Pangzi's words, I couldn't help but chuckle helplessly; at the same time a wry smile crossed my mind, and I found myself feeling a pang of admiration for him.

Yes, Pangzi is right—Chen Zheng's doing this is truly harmful to heaven and reason. Any feng shui requires as a prerequisite that it be set according to the life master's eight characters; without a life master there is no layout, and without layout there is no feng shui. To determine the outcome of the final contest, the best manifestation is in the life master himself. Besides the feng shui masters, these two buildings certainly also have two unrelated people.

Don't think these terrain arrangements are simple; each can influence a person's yearly fortune like sand and water—for example, that mound buries the owner's wealth luck, while the bamboo poles, being wood, stuck in the ground, are tantamount to being driven into the opposite life master's heart. If this sleepless entanglement continues without a result, two human lives could thus vanish from this world.

Pangzi saw exactly that, unable to bear the thought of two unrelated people being killed to death, so he stepped forward and dug up the entire feng shui arrangement that had been established.

"Tell those two feng shui masters this for me: 'Feng shui should be dispersed, not fought; disregarding harmony invites heavenly punishment.'" Pangzi took a cigarette from Fan Wuchang's cigarette case, lit it, and stared at Fan Wuchang without fear.

I quietly stood behind Pangzi, quietly took out the command flag, and cautiously guarded against Fan Wuchang.

No one knows whether he will suddenly launch an attack, his blade is that fast, so it's best to stay careful.

After several minutes of this tense atmosphere, Fan Wuchang gave a light laugh that startled me—I thought he was about to strike, but who knew he would suddenly smile and say to Pangzi, "I will tell Zheng Ge everything exactly as it happened."

Pangzi held the cigarette in his mouth, gave a hehe laugh, then put on a serious face and patted Fan Wuchang's shoulder: "Brother, speaking frankly, you'd better hand over that knife—its murderous aura is too heavy, it really damages people's vital spirit. Moreover… your own murderous aura is also too heavy; you should recite more scriptures, and not ……"

"Pangzi, your dad's calling you home for dinner……" Seeing Pangzi spout ever more nonsense, Fan Wuchang's face grew darker and darker, hinting at an imminent outburst; I hurriedly, together with Yuan Qiu, each took one side and shoved him hard toward the exit.